童年时代在达拉斯,我经常乞求父亲带我去“车间”看看。我在儿时的印象中,父亲上班的车间是个挺神秘的地方,大人们变魔术似地在里面造出许多奇妙的东西。终于,在我七八岁时的一个夏日,母亲把我带到了车间,父亲走出大门来迎接我们。 父亲把我抱到凳子上不无自豪地说:“你有何感想?” 我好奇地举目四顾:好大的一间房子啊,机器的轰鸣声震耳欲聋,到处是散发出油味的经过铣磨的金属材 Childhood In Dallas, I often begged my father to take me to the “workshop” to see. My childhood impression, the father’s workshop to work is a very mysterious place, adults magically make many wonderful things inside. Finally, on a summer day when I was seven or eight, my mother brought me to the workshop and my father came out to meet us. My father took me to the stool proudly and said: “What do you think?” I curiously looked around: a big house ah, the roar of the machine deafening, full of exudes the taste of the mill Metal material